Then Beau asked if I would visit again.
“Yes,” I told him.
“As soon as you’ll let me.”
The following Sunday, I went back to Caleb’s grave.
This time, I wasn’t alone.
Sadie stood beside me.
Beau held my hand.
Jasper lay in his usual place beside the headstone.
I touched Caleb’s name and smiled through my tears.
“You really could have found an easier way to introduce us.”
Jasper lifted his head.
Beau giggled.
And for the first Sunday in three years, I left the cemetery carrying something other than grief.
I left holding my grandson’s hand.
For months, I had wondered why that strange dog kept returning to my son’s grave.
I thought perhaps he was lost.
I thought perhaps he had simply chosen a quiet place to rest.
I never imagined he was leading me back to a part of Caleb’s life I didn’t even know existed.
